She gets me all setup and just stands there. “There something else I can do for you, Mallory?” I inquisitively but sternly ask. “Uhm well you se... sir, this is awkward, but I need to tell you this so that it doesn’t happen again.” Oh shit, I thought. She knows. “Uhm well that lady that was here, when I came in to tell you that your wife was on the phone, I saw her bag sitting on the couch, and you were acting weird, so I looked down and her heels were hanging out from behind just a little bit. I. "Working, enabled ... flushing complete". A bell sounded, "Warning!!! Emergency cleaning due to unhealthy conditions".I said, "Oh shuzbutt+...", and broke into a trot, "You used the facilities anyway, right?" I had not thought of this possibility.Paula was right next to me and answered, "Yes Sir, We had to go somewhere. Why?" You'll see when they we get there"."Mother, entry doors to restrooms cargo bay 5, emergency open".As we rounded the corner, I could hear a bunch of screaming coming form. Even if she wore Indian dress of shalwar kameez, I would look at her contours with lust imagining what would I do if I could have her. Most often that gave me a hard on and I masturbated in the bathroom. I thought she did not notice my lusty and hungry looks. But I was wrong, as I would come to know soon. During those days, sometime in February, we had to go to Chennai to attend a family wedding. I was doing very well academically so far and did not want to ruin my final year. So, I was not. Even a couple of beers did me no good and instead, rised up my urge for banging somebody (I am a bisexual), though I knew it very well, sex doesn’t come so easily, especially in such a stormy weather. My muscular body, along with my screwdriver was aching for some relief. And then it happened. This guy, named Kartik started bugging me online. He claimed he was a dropout and really wanted to become a model but had no good contacts, nor a powerful financial background. I told him about my.